W. Spencer-Walton
O TOUCH mine eyes, that I may see
In cloudless rapture Thy dear face,
And in that calm serenity,
With patience run my glorious race.
2
O loose my tongue, that I may tell
With burning words, to sinners lost,
That Thou didst come to seek and save,
To purchase them at such a cost.
3
Unstop my ears, that I may hear
The softest whisper of Thy love,
To draw my heart from earthly things,
And fix it on Thyself above.
4
Release my feet, that I may run
The way of holiness divine;
Held by Thy hand they cannot fall,
Filled with Thy life I’ll brightly shine.